The  Black  Funeral  March  -  Veil  Of  Maya

Cringing  at  the  thought  of  dealing  with  your  loss

With  each  new  day  leading  to  more  devastation

Waiting  for  the  call  "I'm  sorry...he's  gone"

All  that  seems  to  be  is  suffering

Weeping,  frustration,  maybe  denial

Shopping  for  caskets

Void  of  real  life  when  you're  losing  another's

Bow  your  head  and  clear  your  thoughts

This  will  be  a  funeral  march

Void  of  real  life  when  losing  another's

Victim  to  a  heinous  crime

Why  him?  Torture.  Bloodshed.

Why  him?  People  are  sick  and  that  wont  change

Revolting  actions  lead  to  this  pain

But  to  overcome  a  pain  so  fierce?

How  does  one  continue  on  in  life?

One  just  does,  simply  does

Nothing  can  pay  back  the  price  of  a  life

This  is  a  black  funeral  march

This  isn't  the  end